it was the day j, from my window I saw the American soldiers who came to me free of Nazism, it was long ago , now I am French , I like France is a country of idiots , idiots , but no more than anywhere else, so I am happy , I make rounds in Paris , I am comfortable in the middle of my countrymen, but at the same time I know that one day I live outside France for a reason, like his parents who I was born we leave , I live on a day outside of France where I was born , to choose another country that will bring me a different life, initially unknown and that I will learn to accept me , that's how I see life, first period of construction and destruction a second time a day for one day against a day of happiness and finally the happiness be carefree, without memory, every moment as a gift , after so many mistakes, so many passages vacuum , I 'm glad to get there, convinced that nothing more can happen to me happy to choose what I eat , meet naked women who come to serve me tea , I attach great importance to the beauty of the body, mind does not interest me , I prefer to see the body talk them , anyway what can we expect from others, banality , me is me, always me , we never , never together , so I do not have time to waste time , it goes too fast, I have concluded an agreement with a group of lesbian to come and see me about five hours to present me their beautiful breasts and thick sex, then I 'm going out on the street to see if I can still find pleasure in n be a human enjoying the passage of time, it's good to have a variety of activities , one day after the other , meat fish vegetables